Let's finish dealing with the A-hole targeting the team, shall we? We'll also remind everyone that while Rarity is prim, she's not prissy and can snark with the best of them.

The trio watched as Moody Blues got sucked into the drainpipe of the compartment. "I think we can understand what sort of power the enemy Stand has," Buccellati said, "Pause the playback, Abbacchio." Moody Blues got stuck mid way, making it rather absurd to look at. "There was more a look of confusion than pain on Narancia's face," Rarity noted. "That fly's coming close," Abbacchio noted, "We need to make this fast." Buccellati grabbed one of the flattened arms. "Nails, organs, even clothes... All flattened out like a used condom. But I can still feel a pulse, so we can be sure Narancia is still alive. Sticky Fingers!"

His Stand zipped open the ship and the drain pipe, showing Moody Blues in the process of getting sucked down the drainpipe. "Stretched out like a clown's balloon animals," Rarity noted, "Now we know what the enemy can do. The question is... What do we do about it? And where is the enemy?" "This is probably an ability that can also affect the user," Buccellati theorized, "He hid in the drainpipe the same way he got the others. This is why the fly Giorno made couldn't truly track them down."

Abbacchio nodded. "I'll resume the playback." "Abbacchio!," Buccellati said, "Your Stand is defenseless while still in playback! If you let it get out of your sight..." "I can still sense Moody Blues' location," Abbacchio assured him, "Once I feel we're getting close, you and Rarity can make your attack. We need to follow him or we'll never beat him." Rarity smirked. "Sounds like something Giorno would say." Abbacchio chuckled. "I guess the boy struck a chord with my past. If he's willing to let himself get attacked just to beat an enemy, then I'll have to be the same to solve this mystery."

He paused for a moment. "Okay, I can sense it moving to the right, near where Mista was attacked." Buccellati spotted the fly getting closer. "I think he's realized what your Stand is doing! And he's taking the others with him!" "My Stand is starting to move slower," Abbacchio noted, "The bastard must have been lurking around where he ambushed Fugo and Giorno." He pointed. "There!" Sticky Fingers opened the pipe, but there was nothing inside.

"That's suspicious," Rarity noted, "I'd expect Moody Blues to be in there at least." "There's something we're missing," Abbacchio realized, "The enemy wouldn't be able to pull this off with just what we know. I feel my Stand in this exact spot." His eyes widened as the fly got closer. He stopped the playback to retrieve Moody Blues, but then he saw something odd. Nothing but darkness, and a wall he couldn't get through. He had his Stand strike, causing the sound to be heard on the deck.

"It sounds like something hit the pipe," Rarity said. "That was Moody Blues," Abbacchio said, showing his bloody knuckles, "It's somewhere beneath the floor. There's another layer to this mystery, I'm sure of it." Rarity and Buccellati raised an eyebrow. The fly got near Abbacchio, and a hole appeared in his neck. "I have it...," he said, "I know this bastard's trick!" As he got dragged under, Buccellati went to grab him. But it was too late, and Abbacchio disappeared.

"He said another layer," Rarity said, "Does that mean...?" The fly was still roaming around. Buccellati had Sticky Fingers punch through much of the ship, opening up a few more zipper spots. "You know what they say about seagulls," came a male voice, "If they're flying overhead, it means a ship is close to land. There's only two of you left, but I don't think the girl will be any trouble at this point." Rarity scoffed. "Are you a coward that you won't show yourself to us?"

"Now now," the voice said, "I'm the one in control here. Now Buccellati, I'll be asking a question and you have to answer it. Got that? If I don't like the answer, one of your friends gets killed." Buccellati smirked. "You're from Passione, right? How long have you been listening to us?" "I'm the one asking the questions here!," the voice demanded, "I only want the ten billion lire you have stashed away! Any unnecessary remarks, and your gang members die! Got that!?"

"Those are blacktails," Buccellati said. "Huh?," the voice asked, confused. "The birds you're hearing," Buccellati said, "They're blacktails. You can tell because of the cat-like calls they make." "They tend to feed on small fish and crustaceans," Rarity noted. "Did I say you could speak, girly!?," the voice called out. "Now, now, this is important for you," Rarity pointed out, "You see, feeding habits like those... Means they can travel far into the sea to find food. You thought we were close to shore because you heard seabirds and you knew we stopped... But we're not close to shore at all."

Just then, the boat seemed to come apart, filling with water as it did. "What... What did you do!?," the voice demanded. "I punched the deck to create a hole in the bottom of the ship," Buccellati explained, "Abbacchio had already discovered how you were hiding, and he let himself get attacked to prove it." He pointed to the blood smear on the deck. "That's why Abbacchio got himself injured. The blood from his knuckles dripped below deck, but when I opened up the cabin there was no sign of it."

He and Rarity grabbed the mast. "If you don't want to drown," Rarity said, "You'd better come out of hiding." The entire yacht seemed to peel away from itself. Or rather, from an identical yacht. "There were two ships all along," Buccellati said, "You used one identical to the one we had to hide yourself, turning it into a thin veil using your Stand. You were traveling through it to ambush us. Very clever, we didn't even realize it at first." As the flattened ship floated off, Zucchero came out of the compartment, soaking wet and panting hard.

His Stand, Soft Machine, came out behind him, holding Abbacchio. "Don't come closer!," he warned, "Or I'll..." He then spotted crystals growing on his Stand's arm, stabbing into it, making his arm bleed. "You'll drop Abbacchio!," Rarity ordered, "And you'll produce our other friends! Or these crystals will start expanding while still in your flesh!" Zucchero freaked out as Rarity and Buccellati approached. "Knowing what your Stand can do," Buccellati said, "It actually seems rather slow. Sticky Fingers!" Sticky Fingers immediately punched Zucchero in the head, causing it to come off with a zipper effect.